How many times did you bump into a gnome and say “sorry, I'm sorry my sir”? Once again, here he is, shaking hands, our guest. And at how many lies have you smiled and continued nodding and nodding, my friend? Once again, here he is, shaking hands, our guest. A pile of money burning up. The fires reflection in your eyes. We hold our hands to the bonfire. Now all makes sense more or less. Raise your arms and pray to your god. There’s nothing left to give up. Once again, here he is, shaking hands, our guest. We burst out laughing and shout at the clouds. There’s nothing left to give up. Once again, here he is, shaking hands, our guest.